"A plushie?" He crossed his arms, pretending to look mortified. "I don't even get an action figure?" Actually, maybe this was a better idea. Action figures usually had this strange habit of getting blown up, disfigured as pet chew toys, or with limbs missing within days and weeks of being gifted. At least the plushie stood more of a chance of surviving.
He glanced at Amy, and then back at Song. "Nope, didn't feel anything at all. Guess you'll have to kiss me for real." He gave Amy a conspiratorial grin. "And if you think this is bad, it was a lot worse earlier this morning. Maple trees have nothing on us."
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Date: 2009-12-28 09:09 pm (UTC)He glanced at Amy, and then back at Song. "Nope, didn't feel anything at all. Guess you'll have to kiss me for real." He gave Amy a conspiratorial grin. "And if you think this is bad, it was a lot worse earlier this morning. Maple trees have nothing on us."